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HOUNDTHISTLE

HOUNDTHISTLE

JUST LET IT DIE
Jan 6, 2023
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"BECAUSE COWBOY DAN'S A MAJOR PLAYER IN THE COWBOY SCENE"​
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Houndthistle roamed near the border between Windclan and Fourtrees, his nose raised to scent for anything aside from rabbit for a change, wishing for once to just taste squirrel once more. He enjoyed hare, he did, but everyday he ate it and he missed the rich flavors of the forest sometimes and he was lucky Windclan had a few copse of trees within their boundaries he could hunt in. It was almost like he could imagine he was back in the forest as he weaved through the transitioning area between moor and forest, and though he was vaguely familiar, he couldn't help himself glancing over his shoulder and above him, anticipating an attack from some wild rogue.

A rustle underfoot made his ears perk, freezing in place as his eyes looked for a sign of the little rodent before they landed on a bushy black tail. He crouched, eyes focused as his mouth watered, basically tasting the squirrel already as he crept closer. He placed his paws carefully, ears perked, before he bunched his muscles, and leapt, outstretched for his prize.

"speech"
OOC CURRENT STATS INTERACTION RULES
  • it's short lol @Sootsprite.
  • Physical Health
    100%
    ⤷ no current wounds
    Mental Health
    98%

  • Single | Bicurious | Not actively looking | Interested in none currently

    Houndthistle is both an easy one to gain the trust of and impossible to gain the trust of. He'll rarely reveal personal information or be vulnerable-if he's even capable of such things-but he will show trust in his willingness to lay his life down. To gain it, he needs evidence that you're loyal and strong, same as him, otherwise he understands he may one day have to come head to head with you.

    — will start fights / will not flee / will not show mercy
    — excels at Fighting, Tracking, Following Orders, Intimidation
    — poor at climbing, swimming, stealth, talking, strategy, politics
    — sounds like: deep, gravelled and thick with a sort of country accent / Arthur Morgan
    — smells of iron, leather, and wood
    — speech is #435E75

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I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I WANT AND WHO I WANNA BE
sootsprite | 35 months | demi-girl | she/they | physically medium | mentally hard | attack in bold #ffff99
Being a clan cat is strange - but not unpleasant. the process though tedious had been worth it - working her way up from joiner to daylight warrior with a never-faltering smile on her face. And so what if she hadn't let anyone in? She's here to be free - not to make friends. All the fun without any of the responsibility. She'll even be getting a fancy new name soon - she'd spoken to blazestar, requested one herself. It's been... three moons now, hasn't it? That's certainly long enough a trial period to decide to settle. She'd told her clanmates that she was heading back how for the day, giving some nonsense excuse about the little one being home during the day now, but really she'd slunk off for some nice peace and quiet first. With a yapping mutt running around, twoleg kits squealing as they run in and out of the nest, and the fully grown twolegs crowding her yard - well, she's certainly in no rush.

She hums softly to herself as she reaches four trees, plopping down to enjoy a nice snack - freshly caught squirrel - when she is so terribly, unfortunately interrupted. Because that happens to be her tail, not the squirrels. Curly fur fluffs up, and the round bodied molly barrels to her paws, smile strained. Oh dear - she is not prepared for a fight. Perhaps she can talk herself out of this unfortunate situation. The clan-scent is not one she recognizes (so not thunderclan) but when she finally spins around, yellow gaze lands on a face she'd rather not have ever seen again. For the first time in moons, her smile is gone - replaced with a conflicted jumble of emotions that flash across her face to quick to fully understand. Well shit,

"Mmm is that how you greet old friends these days? By pouncing upon them as though they are prey? And at fourtrees no less," she chirrups liltingly, words somewhere between mocking and flirting. And boy is that the understatement of the century - hah, old friends. She can't help but run her mouth though despite the situation, she's never had much filter after all. It doesn't matter in sootsprite's mind that she is the one who shattered what they had - her twolegs had come first after all. Still did. Doesn't mean she's not intrigued by finding him here and now.
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"BECAUSE COWBOY DAN'S A MAJOR PLAYER IN THE COWBOY SCENE"​
C_Angelkisses.gif
His paws land true upon the black shape but it is not a squirrel, rather, it is a tail. As swiftly as it is out from under his paws does he finally actually smell the air. Skyclan His pupils narrow to slits and claws dig into the ground, lip peeling over large fangs as he snarls a monstrous sound, ready to face the enemy who'd dare edge so close to Windclan borders. But when his eyes snap up, meeting familiar sunshine yellow, as pretty as daffodils, he falters. The brute stumbles a bit, the momentum at the prepared pounce upon an enemy interrupted as he forces himself to stop and meet the gaze of a face he never thought he'd see again. And, just like that, more memories, more familiar images, begin to flood his mind. His prancing, her laughter, the way her curly fur felt under his paw as they'd lie together at the edge of twolegplace. He'd committed that face to memory so many times, he knew every curve of it, every blemish. And she talks, and talks, and talks, her voice is as lovely and as pretty as he remembers. It sends ice through his veins, his blank stare of confusion leaving his mouth useless as he watches her, so many emotions flooding him.

She'd left him. He'd waited. Her choice, though never verbally given, had been clear, but he remembered those three days he'd waited, remembered how the second day he'd begun to grow antsy, worried she'd been killed, that she'd been picked off by the dangers of the forest, and then the third... the third he remembered the way the sun, as it was at it's most intense, it did nothing to brighten the world around him as he trekked his way back alone into the wood's depths. And as she sits there, stunned by his appearance, he can do nothing but stand there as well.

"I'm-" He starts, but the words die again. There's so much he wants to say, so many things he'd prepared for if he ever saw her again, but now they all felt very far away. He's hurt, that much is evident from his amber eyes, but the swarm of emotions, usually so well protected, were on display now as he tried to get even a thought underpaw. "You're here?" Is what finally manages to leave his lips, whispered.

"speech"
OOC CURRENT STATS INTERACTION RULES
  • text
  • Physical Health
    100%
    ⤷ no current wounds
    Mental Health
    98%

  • Single | Bicurious | Not actively looking | Interested in none currently

    Houndthistle is both an easy one to gain the trust of and impossible to gain the trust of. He'll rarely reveal personal information or be vulnerable-if he's even capable of such things-but he will show trust in his willingness to lay his life down. To gain it, he needs evidence that you're loyal and strong, same as him, otherwise he understands he may one day have to come head to head with you.

    — will start fights / will not flee / will not show mercy
    — excels at Fighting, Tracking, Following Orders, Intimidation
    — poor at climbing, swimming, stealth, talking, strategy, politics
    — sounds like: deep, gravelled and thick with a sort of country accent / Arthur Morgan
    — smells of iron, leather, and wood
    — speech is #435E75

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I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I WANT AND WHO I WANNA BE
sootsprite | 35 months | demi-girl | she/they | physically medium | mentally hard | attack in bold #ffff99
How is she supposed to stay strong, when he is looking at her like that? Sunshine yellow eyes flicker and flutter as she shuts them, a sharp inhale and a stuttering exhale rocking her chest as the last of her walls crumble. All that is left is a bittersweet smile and sadness - she regrets, she does, but given the chance she would do it again, would make the same choice.

"Yeah-" her own words come out sounding just as hushed, just as broken. Is this what it would have been be like if she'd shown up that day as she had promised to? She'd been young and stupidly in love - or just plain stupid, she thinks, pursuing a whirlwind romance that was destined to fail from the start. She should've just told him the truth - fessed up, admitted everything. Would he have stayed if she had? WOuld he have understood? Would things have ended any different?

But instead she'd hid within impenetrable concrete walls and idled the days away until time had healed the wounds and numbed the pain, until all that was left were memories she'd cherish. Until he was only a memory.

How many parts of herself were only like that because of him - because of Hound. She'd been a kittypet and nothing more back then - wide eyes full of wonder and naivety. Hunting, fighting, all of it - hadn't it only been because of him? Because of the strange tom who'd caught her eye from the start - so wild and free in a way she could never be. Eyes water and she has to look away before it becomes something more. "You look... well," she manages, words gentle.

Perhaps it would've been better for them both had they never crossed paths, but that same part of her that had started this mess in the first place wants to end it, properly this time. Wants the closure she's never had all these moons - wants to say what she should've back then. She knows she doesn't deserve it but - she's always been a bit selfish, hasn't she?
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"BECAUSE COWBOY DAN'S A MAJOR PLAYER IN THE COWBOY SCENE"​
C_Angelkisses.gif
He watches the way her face changes, and it aches him to watch the pain reverberate across her features. In another time, he'd perhaps reach forward and try to wipe that pain away, shield her from it, but this wasn't then and he stood there. A soft yeah is his only response and his eyes dart down, his unspoken question answered. She was here, in the forest, moons after he'd offered her to join him, after she'd left him, and that spoke to that painful question he never wanted answered. She'd rather be alone in the forest then by his side.

His eyes glance to his scar-torn charcoal gray pelt, the sting of his recent spar with Badgermoon hidden under his thick pelt, a stark contrast to her perfect and groomed pelt of shadow, and he almost wants to laugh in her face at the statement he looks well. He's frustrated, he's angry, he's hurt, and he's confused, he has had to fight tooth and claw for everything in his life, lost so many things, and she thinks he looks well? Why now? Houndthistle wants to ask. He's tempted to ask if there's another cat who caught her eye, who she deemed worthy of her companionship and she'd left her home for, but the smell of Skyclan reminds him that there may be more to it. "You join'd them," He states, plain and simple. It didn't take a genius to put 2 and 2 together, given Skyclan's weakness, and he understood she still did, indeed, live with her housefolk. She was part of the mockery. "Finally goin' out into the woods, huh?" He said bitterly, his accent still heavy, "Is it everythin' you hoped?" He wondered if she's witness a battle yet, if she's seen cats be carried back soaked in blood from another's claw wounds. If she's had to sit there, watching a clanmate who was picked off by a bunch of cowards, be buried while the rest of the clan grieves. Part of him, that bitter, resentful part, hopes she did. But mostly, he hopes she hasn't. He hopes she's been home when the cries of battle were waged, when cat met cat and teeth met flesh. He'd never wish such feelings upon another if he can choose it.

"speech"
OOC CURRENT STATS INTERACTION RULES
  • text
  • Physical Health
    100%
    ⤷ no current wounds
    Mental Health
    98%

  • Single | Bicurious | Not actively looking | Interested in none currently

    Houndthistle is both an easy one to gain the trust of and impossible to gain the trust of. He'll rarely reveal personal information or be vulnerable-if he's even capable of such things-but he will show trust in his willingness to lay his life down. To gain it, he needs evidence that you're loyal and strong, same as him, otherwise he understands he may one day have to come head to head with you.

    — will start fights / will not flee / will not show mercy
    — excels at Fighting, Tracking, Following Orders, Intimidation
    — poor at climbing, swimming, stealth, talking, strategy, politics
    — sounds like: deep, gravelled and thick with a sort of country accent / Arthur Morgan
    — smells of iron, leather, and wood
    — speech is #435E75

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